Chapter 12 #3
“And I love how you talk. Gets me all hot and bothered. Care to stick your dick in me and help me out?”
I shove at his shoulders and slide out from beneath him. If I stay here, I will fuck him again, proving my will of steel is nothing more than flimsy plastic.
I toss some clothes at him.
“Get dressed.”
When I throw his baseball cap at him, it lands on his chest.
“I didn’t pack this, Whit,” he says, pulling it on and peering up at me. His laughter has died off, and now there’s just a sparkle in those blue eyes.
I peer over at him. He’s completely naked except for that damn hat.
“You sneaky bastard,” he says, flexing, showing off his abs. I wet my lips, feeling myself folding like the cheap chair I know I’ve become. “You so can’t resist me now.”
I huff and glance away before my gaze is drawn right back to him. A fucking vision.
Mine.
“Come on, Whit. Fuck me. It’s your dream come true. Me in my hat and nothing else.”
I let out a shaky exhale, and before I can talk myself out of it, I stalk toward him.
“Fine, but you’re riding me this time. That way, you can control it. Go as slow as you want.”
Nothing about him moves slowly once I’ve given him this option. When I’m within reach, he grabs on to me and tosses me onto the bed. Then he’s crawling on top of me. My cock is already hard, and his hand wraps around it, pumping it a few times.
“Prep first,” I say, and Caleb simply leans over and grabs the lube, squirting some onto my cock, slicking up the length. I move to put some on my fingers, to work him open, but he has other plans. He shifts forward slightly, grabs my cock, places it at his hole, and slams down onto it.
“Slow,” I hiss, gripping his hips, trying to get him to still. But he’s not into it. He wants it rough.
“Fuck slow,” he mutters as he lifts his hips and slams back down on me.
I groan loudly as he rides me, his thighs bunching as he fucks down on my cock.
Fast. Furious. Like this is what he was made for.
I can’t believe this is only his second time, and he’s doing it like this. Good fuck. He’s going to be the death of me. And that hat. The way he looks wearing it and nothing else.
I’m not going to last.
“Like seeing you under me,” he moans, and I reach up and grab his cock, stroking it in time with each of his frantic falls onto me. “Can’t get enough. Need to do this. All. The. Time,” he gasps as I thrust my hips and tunnel up into his tight channel.
“Oh shit. Shit,” he groans as he grabs onto the headboard with his good hand and pounds down on me.
And then he’s coming, his ass clenching around my cock. The feel of it, the sight of him, his cum hitting my chest has my own release barreling through me. And still, he doesn’t stop, just keeps bouncing on me until it almost hurts.
“Stop. Stop,” I beg, and Caleb whines, but does as I ask, flopping onto me nearly breathless.
“You did not go slow,” I chastise, massaging his ass cheeks reverently. This ass. I’m obsessed with it.
“Like you were going slow either,” he mutters. “At the end, you were pounding into me like your life depended on it.”
I tug on his hair gently.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Nah, felt good. Want to do it again. Give me a few hours.”
My fingers grab his chin, and I tilt his head up so he can see how serious I am.
“No. No more. You need to heal.”
“I have an amazing hole. It’s been blessed. No need to heal.”
My eyebrows bunch, and my lips curl up.
“You, Caleb, are absolutely ridiculous.”
“Nah. I’m perfect, remember? Plus, I have the hat. You’re a sucker for it.”
“It was a very nice touch. I admit that.”
“A nice touch, he says,” Caleb mutters, and I can’t help but lean up and kiss him before pulling out of his red-rimmed hole. He watches as I drag my gaze down his body. Then I spread his legs and watch as his cum-covered hole flexes under my stare.
“Like what you see?” Caleb asks.
“You’re shameless,” I reply.
“Just for you.”
Our gazes meet, and then I let him hold it for a moment before I stand up and clean us up. When I’m done, I hand him the clothes I dropped on the floor earlier.
“Still up for a hike?” I ask.
I see his ass clench, and he shrugs.
“Yeah.”
We fill up on snacks I brought and spend the next few hours wandering around the large stretch of land surrounding the yurt, the world seeming to slow down around us.
Our fingers are linked the entire time, and every so often, for no discernible reason other than I miss him, I hook my hand around his waist and draw him closer, kissing him until I forget my future and what awaits me outside this place.
By the time we finally drift back to the yurt, the sun has set, a sign that the day is ending.
I don’t want to leave. This space exists for just the two of us.
“Don’t wanna go,” Caleb says, seeming to feel the same way.
“We have to,” I say, folding our clothes and placing them in the suitcase and his bag. “You have work tomorrow.”
“Don’t remind me. How am I supposed to get through an entire workday when I have your cock waiting for me at home?”
I shoot him a look and then grab the bags. “You had my cock before, and it wasn’t an issue.”
“Oh, it sure was. I was hard all the time. And now I know what it’s like to have you naked and inside of me. I’m going to be miserable at work. Just counting down the hours until I can come home and sit on you.”
“Get in the car, Caleb,” I murmur, my cheeks hot, my cock perking up, as I throw our stuff into the trunk.
He slides into the passenger seat and turns his head to look at me.
“You’re staring,” I say as we bump down the dirt road toward the freeway.
“Can’t help it.”
My heart thunders in my chest, and I know that what I’m about to say could change things forever. For me. For him.
But for the first time, I got a glimpse of what my life could be like outside my parents’ control. And I want more than just a taste of it.
For the first time ever, I want to try to be free of them.
“I’m going to contact a lawyer,” I say softly.
His eyebrows rise. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I want to see if I have any options…any other choices.” I don’t give him more than what I already have, but it’s enough for now. And he seems pleased with my offer.
A crooked smile sweeps across his face, and he leans forward and presses a sloppy kiss against my cheek.
I flush as I brush the wetness from my skin, but my resolve doesn’t waver.
Not in him.
Not in us.